This is a song about "The ottoman empire"

Where would i be without my dogs

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Nothing will overthrow this empire, theres your news headliner,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

We building an empire that will be remembered like camelot

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire

Receive a cult following my own empire

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

I have empire that are ready to kill a few

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,